Poems begining by S
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Sapphics
© Archibald Lampman
Clothed in splendour, beautifully sad and silent,
Comes the autumn over the woods and highlands,
Golden, rose-red, full of divine remembrance,
Full of foreboding.
Spirit's Song
© Louisa Stuart Costello
'Tis thy Spirit calls theecome away!
I have sought thee through the weary day,
I have dived in the glassy stream for thee
I have gone wherever a spirit might be:
Sonnets Of The Blood VIII
© Allen Tate
Not power nor the casual hand of God
Shall keep us whole in our dissevering air,
—?To Science by Edgar Allan Poe">Sonnet—?To Science
© Edgar Allan Poe
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
St. Margaret's Eve
© William Allingham
Saint Margaret's Eve it did befall,
The waves roll so gayly O,
The tide came creeping up the wall,
Love me true!
Sydney Harbour
© Henry Kendall
Where Hornby, like a mighty fallen star,
Burns through the darkness with a splendid ring
Swan-Child
© Margaret Widdemer
Where lies beneath the water's flow
A golden key, a silver cup,
Until my hand shall lift them up . . .
(Oh, I must go from you, my lover!)
For they were mine once long ago.
South Carolina Morning
© Yusef Komunyakaa
Her red dress & hat
tease the sky’s level-
headed blue. Outside
Sonnet XXIV. The Seceders. 1.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
FAR from the pure Castalian fount our feet
Have strayed away where daily we unlearn
How Truth is one with Beauty. For we turn
No more to hear the strains we sprang to greet
Suna hia loog
© Ahmad Faraz
Suna hia loog usey ankh bhar key dekhtey hien
So Us key sher mien kuch din ther key dekhtey hien
Sonnet XIX: Devouring Time, Blunt thou the Lion's Paws
© William Shakespeare
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Spider
© Sylvia Plath
Anansi, black busybody of the folktales,
You scuttle out on impulse
Blunt in self-interest
As a sledge hammer, as a man's bunched fist,
Sonnet XXIII: Methought I Saw my Late Espoused Saint
© Patrick Kavanagh
Methought I saw my late espoused saint
Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave,
Summer And Winter
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon,
Towards the end of the sunny month of June,
When the north wind congregates in crowds
The floating mountains of the silver clouds
Song I
© Mathilde Blind
OH haste while roses bloom below,
Oh haste while pale and bright above
The sun and moon alternate glow,
To pluck the rose of love.
Sonnet II: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
© William Shakespeare
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
And dig deep trenches in thy beautys field,
Sonnet 83: Good, Brother Philip
© Sir Philip Sidney
Good, brother Philip, I have borne you long.
I was content you should in favor creep,
While craftily you seem'd your cut to keep,
As though that fair soft hand did you great wrong.
Somewhere
© Robert Creeley
The galloping collection of boards
are the house which I afforded
one evening to walk into
just as the night came down.
